The long and winding road
Last night Tin and I went to a board meeting for his school and on the way home I had a pity party – I don’t want to be bald anymore I said through my welled up eyes. I am tired of being nauseous in the morning and the evening due to Synthroid. I have no motivation to exercise and just want to lie down all the time – boo hoo.
When I got home I prepared Tin for bed and once he was tucked nicely in, I went upstairs and tucked myself in and began reading my Frankl book that my friend sent me, Man’s Search for Meaning. Frankl begins his book recounting his life in Auschwitz.
Since there is nothing that can even be said about the horror or atrocity of that experience, I read till I was falling asleep and then entered a deep slumber.
Life has a way of inconveniencing you sometimes, but these push and pulls are avenues that allow you to look deeper into your patterns of behavior and stay in constant reassessment.
A man pulled up to me yesterday when I was walking the dogs and said, I like that look – alluding to my bald head. I wanted to frown and say, well I don’t, but instead I smiled and said thanks.
May 14th, 2012 at 9:06 am
Hey! I have the perfect song for all of you alopecic pity parties…download Bette Midlers “I’m Beautiful”. Guaranteed to be a party pooper.
May 14th, 2012 at 9:20 am
L – I’m fortunate to have friends who tell me things like, “But you don’t have to be Wonder Woman” and “you look beautiful bald.” Fortunate indeed. But these things need to come from within and when your life has been defined by channeling WW and by feeling beautiful because your hair was looking fly, you have to embody the new you from the inside out. You get there through the help of your friends and I’m glad your one of mine. Love, R